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kiki_miserychicThe Wound Center is never on schedule. They're pretty new and like I said before, they don't seem very organized. I was the first patient of the day, but I had to wait 25 minutes in the waiting room. It was odd because I was the first patient and they were already behind before they even started.
My doctor is ok, but she's one of those doctors. She's all cheery, like she poops out rainbows. She came in singing Christmas songs. That might make other patients feel comfortable and at ease, but it annoys the crap out of me. I don't want my doctors to be cute or funny. I want them to make me better and not make jokes about the stuff that comes out of my leg.
The nurse dressed my wound and I made the mistake of looking at my leg. Dear sweet Jesus, it looks awful. There's a huge gash in my leg. I puked after looking and nearly passed out. Huge mistake. I'm never looking at it again.
My doctor is ok, but she's one of those doctors. She's all cheery, like she poops out rainbows. She came in singing Christmas songs. That might make other patients feel comfortable and at ease, but it annoys the crap out of me. I don't want my doctors to be cute or funny. I want them to make me better and not make jokes about the stuff that comes out of my leg.
The nurse dressed my wound and I made the mistake of looking at my leg. Dear sweet Jesus, it looks awful. There's a huge gash in my leg. I puked after looking and nearly passed out. Huge mistake. I'm never looking at it again.
